for the record

[maribou]

I'm unreasonably irritated by people who make derivative art going from something that is under normal copyright, and then CC-license their derivative work with a NO DERIVATIVE WORKS tag.

Just sayin'. It's lame.

Comments

[dianthus.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure irritation at that is actually unreasonable.

[iko.livejournal.com]

I was just about to say this.

[gement.livejournal.com]

You are not the first person on my friendslist to make this observation! If you ever want a laugh and a half (along with fan-snarking, thoughtful posts on gender and sword training, and occasional yummy pictures of a Regency and WWII drag king), have a glance at rm sometime.

Yes. People are not always thinking these things through. "Please credit"... yes, fine. "Please don't do what I did..." Uh... yeah.

[maribou]

Hm, maybe not so much the irritation as the DEGREE of irritation. I mean, I'm still irritated by the specific example just thinking about it now.

[maribou]

SRSLY. I've even seen it with 'yes, I know this is ridiculous' disclaimers which somehow make it better ... but the just straight up no-derivative-works ones? YARGH.

[gement.livejournal.com]

It boggles my mind. Mind you, if I were publishing stuff online in public, and it had my literary babies in it, I think I would feel the momentary "don't touch him" twitch.

But my common sense would quickly assert itself, and my notice would be something like, "You are, of course, just as free to write fanfic about my work (giving credit to me along with Joss and the BBC) as you are to write it about anything else. But don't repost this without my permission, don't steal it as your own, and (while I have no grounds to enforce this one) pretty-please let me know when you've written your fanfic so I can go read it too."

[heyokish.livejournal.com]

I'm entirely with you on the twitchy, frothing irritation. For me it's particularly about people helping themselves to photographs, and the wide-eyed innocence that follows when you call them out on their appropriation and re-licencing. Fuckers.

[maribou]

Well, and this isn't as straightforward as that ... it was a picture inspired by a song, right? And if it just used the song's title I probably wouldn't have cared that much. But it quoted THE ENTIRE LYRIC. Graw.

[maribou]

PS Does this mean you've actually written some Whedon-inspired fanfic? Or is it just the hypothetical case?

[gement.livejournal.com]

Hypothetical, sorry. Let's see. I've written (on the web where anyone can see) a single piece of short MarySue angst in the Forever Knight universe, which I would have had pulled down years ago except the site went idle. It came back to life recently, but with 160,000 original words under my belt it no longer seems so glaringly embarrassing.

Off the web, scribbled in class notebooks or wallpapering my brain, I've dabbled (mostly MarySue-ish-ly, falling through a universe shift to go play in the Land of Fiction where it's all true and I've already read the ending) with Forever Knight, Highlander, Buffy, the White Wolf RPG framework, bits of Sandman, TMNT when I was quite young, Batman, Anne Rice vampires, the Doctor (duh)...

I think my favorite artistically was the one where I was consulting with Dream about Slayer prophecies kept in Abel's house and dealing with the apalling aftermath of Spike being de-chipped. I remember atrocity and poetic divination, and walking on a bridge over a zen garden stream with a few bobbing autumn leaves, the light slanting over me and the impeccably drawn Morpheus as we leaned on the railing... That was a nice one.

My favorite self-indulgent "I know something you don't know" one had the Doctor sitting in the back of Nick Knight (vampire cop)'s squad car:

Nick: "You ever been checked out for a heart condition, Doctor?"
Doc: "No, have you?"
Me: *internal cackle of insane inside joke glee*

The crowning self-indulgence, I believe, had me married to Methos raising a child Lestat had flung on our doorstep, and then meeting the Doctor at a playground with my four-year-old and realizing I am no longer in a position to just fly away. (My advice to my husband when he picked us up: We should take a vacation. In another state. And stockpile water and batteries. Trust me on this. If the Doctor is in town, our son should not be.)

In short, I have known better than to publish on the internet.

[maribou]

Charming and entertaining. Thanks for sharing those with me.

[gement.livejournal.com]

Heheh. I got a million of 'em.

My first formal fanfic would be waking up at three a.m. after watching a high school production of Romeo and Juliet, totally jazzed, hyper on drama. The only way I could get myself back to sleep, waking up at the same time like clockwork for two weeks, was scripting out more tragic endings for the play. Extra deaths, more people bound by honor to put each other out of their misery... it was great. When I ran out of permutations, I started on Phantom of the Opera (book canon).

I was in eighth grade. The world was my MarySue.

[gement.livejournal.com]

Link? Let me share your pain.

[maribou]

Ah, so, I was giving them a bit less credit than I should've. They DID credit the song and not just quote it. But my original irritation stands:

http://darkfenix.deviantart.com/art/You-re-the-night-24142470

[maribou]

Heeheehee.

I always thought the original ending for that play was really stupid (surely NO ONE is that dumb! cmonnnn) until I saw the Baz Luhrmann version and went 'oh yeah, teenage hormones + sheltered life' OF COURES THEY WERE THAT DUMB.

My teenage fiction immersion tended to go more along the lines of imagining endless conversations with certain characters. Eg the apothecary from R & J. (Though we did rewrite it as a Star Trek episode, when we studied it in 11th grade, and then film said Star Trek episode. That was fun!)